A/N, please read:
Sorry if you follow me from Legend of Korra, it's been awhile. I just got soooo hooked on Sherlock (as in, the 3 days leading up to finals I was up past midnight watching all the episodes) and wanted to branch out, you know? I'll be back, pinky-swear.
I've wanted to put up more stories, but for some reason my creative writing course is not very inspiring. I'm not a huge poetry/narrative fan. What can I say? Don't worry though, we start short stories on Monday, and my CW buds are super cool so we might toss around some ideas.
Disclaimer: If I just watched all the Sherlocks earlier this month, how could I have created it.
NOTE: This is my first Sherlock fic, I love johnlock with a fiery passion, not britpicked, not betad, I love criticism, flames will be used in experiments involving different burnt wood ashes, and reviews take me to my happy room in my mind cave. Don't judge my choices. And yes, caves can have rooms.
"How did you sleep last night, John?" Sherlock asked with a bright smile.
"Miserably, you?"
"It was fine. Best I've slept in months, actually."
"Really?" John muttered. "Because I seem to recall hearing violin at 3 AM."
"Well of course! When else am I supposed to play? Tea?" Sherlock asked, pouring them both a cup.
John glared at his surprisingly stupid genius flat mate. "I don't want the bloody tea, I want sleep! Why can't you play during the day?"
Sherlock frowned. "You're always at work during the day. I thought that if I played really early you'd finally be able to listen to the song I wrote you."
"Why on earth did you thi- wait, what?"
"Pay attention John. I wrote you a song."
"Why?"
"Isn't it obvious? I thought I taught you to observe John."
"Don't be so bloody mysterious, just tell me!"
"I wrote the song to express my love for you and how much I wish you'd stay with me instead of leaving me."
"And you thought the best time to show me your love was at 3 AM?"
"Naturally."
"Oh God. I love you too, you bloody idiot."
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